naked breasts flowed out of the cups and jiggled ever so slightly on her chest. She exhaled deeply.
'Thank you,” she repeated, looking down as his strong fingers as they manipulated and massaged her exposed breasts.
'Do you like that?'
'I love it,” she sighed, a wide grin crossing her lips. “I love it… I love it.'
If this were not a signal to continue, he didn't know what was, Mr. White told himself. He shifted his position again and his slowly stiffening cock slipped through the folds of his dragon gown to become fully visible. He bent forward and planted a sweet but moist kiss on each flowering nipple.
'Ohoooooo, that is nice,” Wanda moaned. She closed her eyes as his lips closed over her hardened nipple and he teased it with his tongue. He moved his tongue circularly over one, then the other, all the while holding the heavy curve of her breasts in his hands, and gently squeezing them as if kneading dough. Her body grew heavy and warm as his mouth opened wider to take in more of her breast. When he drew his head away from the intoxicating, sweet taste of her flesh, her pink nipples were glistening.
When she opened her eyes again, his enormous, white cock was inches away. She caught her breath and held it as if she were swimming under water.
'My God!” she exclaimed, looking at him. “Oh, Mr. White… it's magnificent!'
This was the boldest client Mr. White had ever enjoyed. “Is it?” he mumbled, his eyes dropping to take a long look at his lewdly exposed cock.
He was about to draw one of her little hands toward his cock when suddenly it occurred to him that he'd better put up the “OUT TO LUNCH” sign. Wanda's eyes followed him curiously as he went to the door. When she heard him locking it, she smiled to herself, and took another long sip from her glass.
'Now we won't be disturbed, my dear.'
'I hope not.'
He resumed his seat and began to play with her naked breasts once more. Wanda slid back in the couch, letting her skirt ride up high. She closed her eyes again as she felt his mouth and lips and tongue worship her lovely, bare flesh.
Mr. White's tongue ran up her sloping curves. He bit gently and then fiercely on her erect nipples, and buried his face in the hollow between her breasts, clasping each with one hand to make a soft pillow for himself. He pressed her breast to his cheek, turning his open mouth to it, and sucking, running the whole of his tongue over it. He tweaked her nipples, making her squeal with joy. He breathed deeply, inhaling her thick fragrance.
Her skirt had climbed high enough for him to see the bands of leather around her upper thighs. They framed the mound of her cunt, pushing it out, slightly accentuating the swell of it. He drew back, surprised. He had never seen anything quite like it before.
'What's this?” he asked. He could see where the nylons were connected to the leather, drooping significantly to expose the white flesh of her thighs.
'Oh, just garters,” she said smiling. Then she explained how she used them to arouse herself. He wondered why he hadn't given more thought to them when he first saw them through the one-way mirror. The brown leather was unmistakable when contrasted against her white flesh. It aroused him.
'Well, that's a new one for me,” he said brightly. “I must admit that it's extremely erotic, that leather wrapped around your thighs.'
Wanda slid her skirt and panties down, over her legs and kicked them to the floor. White watched her sheer nylons fall away from the leather garters at the tops of her thighs. He could see where they rose to ride into the folds of her cunt. Though the leather seemed soft, it was really firm and inflexible. Some of their tan length was darker where the moistness of her desire had accumulated, both now and in the past. She had fastened them tight around her thighs and they left marks on her flesh.
Wanda spread her legs wide, feeling the cool air brush against her moist cunt. It was extremely arousing to her to expose herself this way, garters and all. She adored how Mr. White looked at her. His pupils seemed dilated with desire. She could feel her flesh growing more moist with every moment, with the leather soaking up her sweat. It was exquisite, being admired in this obscene position with her most secret parts exposed.
His head moved closer to the space between her open thighs and he inhaled deeply. She raised her knees, spreading them wide so that they rested flat on the surface of the sofa. He took a hold of her breasts again, squeezing them hard. A thousand pinpoints of pleasure fluttered through her body.
He began to moan, moving in closer to where he wanted to be. His hands moved from her breasts to her thighs, his fingers running around the band of her garters. The leather was smooth to the touch. He tried to slip a finger beneath one of the garters, but they were too tight. He kissed the insides of her thighs, licking around the top of the garters. She pulled his head against her body. When she loosened her grip, he drew away slightly. He saw that her cunt was flowering magnificently, wet and wide open.
'It's so beautiful, your cunt. It's just lovely, so pink and so young.'
'I'm a virgin.'
He raised his face to hers. It was dripping with the sweat of his desire. He licked his lips and smiled, happier than he'd been in days. His cock thundered with ravenous lust for her.
'I don't believe it.'
'It's true. Kiss it. You can taste it if you want,” she said softly. She opened her thighs wider, then drew them up and clasped her lower arms around them so that her hairy cunt lips and her tight little asshole were visible.
'Yes. Taste my cunt and you'll see, Andy. Kiss it and you'll taste a virgin. Someone else told me that she… I mean that they couldtaste that I was a virgin.'
Mr. White stared at Wanda, shaking his head in utter disbelief. Where did girls like this come from? Was she pulling his leg? It was incredible!
He gazed at her cunt and her asshole. She was not only unbelievable, she had to be one of a kind.
Wanda saw him leering at her asshole-she could tell he wasn't looking at her cunt-and she moved further back onto the couch, putting her long legs straight up into the air. The high heels and sheer nylons she wore looked like magic as she swung them up in the air, twisting her shapely ankles. Mr. White, now down on his knees, was busy sniffing her anus, now and then dipping his tongue into her hot, moist hole.
'Oh, that feels so sexy,” Wanda squealed. “Oh, yes, Andy. Wherever did you learn to do that? To tongue my little asshole?” Wanda exclaimed, wiggling with pleasure. She cupped her own breasts, massaging and caressing them. “How on earth did you know, Andy, that I would like that… it's so nice… so sweet. Yes… oh, yes, put your tongue into my ass. You do it so well,” she said, whimpering and holding his head. She clasped her wet thighs around his head, hugging him tightly in a vise-like grip as he licked and chewed and tongued her tight little asshole.
When Mr. White finally pulled up for air, she was rubbing her soft cotton panties over her face, neck and bare breasts.
'You're a very kinky girl,” Mr. White said with some admiration as he watched her pleasure herself with her panties.
Shaking his head in pleasant surprise, he gently led her right hand in the direction of his fully erect cock.
Wanda smiled sweetly into his eyes then, kissed him on the mouth, and cuddled closer to him as she curled her long white fingers around his pounding cock.
CHAPTER VI
'Oh, this is just so wonderful,” Wanda squealed.
Wanda's wet panties were now resting obscenely on the top of the leather couch. Her brassiere was pushed down beneath her ripe succulent breasts, her skirt discarded on the floor, and her nylons sagging lewdly under the hold of her leather garters. Her pretty tinted toes were visible through the reinforced nylon.
She smiled broadly as she began to slowly masturbate his turgid cock with one hand while she experimentally tickled his heavy and very hairy balls with the other hand. The venerable old Greenwich Village real estate agent could scarcely believe this was really happening to him. It was a kind of dream fantasy come true-if the whole business wasn't some kind of illusion brought on by old age.
